Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I need a holidate
There was a craigslist ad in San Francisco a couple weeks ago. These 2 female friends were looking for "holidates". They were very clear that they only wanted some handsome arm candy for the holidays. The girls sounded smart and funny and stated that they were not looking for some gross hookup. This situation sounds perfect for me. I hate to steal their idea but I may just have to try and find myself a holidate. I have commitment issues. Not just when it come to dating, but pretty much everything. School, housing, cars, friends, tv shows, blogs. Those are all things that I have given up on in my life. So maybe a temporary dating situation would be exactly what I need. If me and a guy both go in to it knowing that it would only be for a month then no one would get attached and get hurt, right? Maybe not. Knowing me I would get attached really easily. I would be head over heals for the guy until he start showing mutual feelings for me. Then I get scared and run away. But, hey, it's still worth a shot. I hate the idea of spending another New Years Eve single.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Update on the crazy woman
So, remember how the crazy last had told me that she was waiting for her son to come home (when she was walking circles outside), well I never saw the kids come home so when I saw the lady on the balcony that night I asked her where the kids were. She told me that the 1 year old was on a cruise ship and the 5 year old was in the Trinity mountains. I asked where the cruise ship was going. She told me around Tahiti. I thought this story sounded totally bizarre. I started getting worried that maybe she had hurt the baby and was keeping it hidden upstairs. I read so many stories these days about parents killing their own children. It's sick. So, I started thinking the worst and decided that I should call over to her husbands parents house to find out what was going on. They told me that both boys were safe at their house. Thank GOD! They also let me know that she is schizophrenic and has not been taking her meds. Oh great. So now I don't know what to think. Maybe she was the crazy one all along and the husband wasn't really hurting her. It is all way to crazy for me to handle so I have decided to just back away now that I know the children are safe.
Besides, I have my own sanity to worry about. This morning I thought that I was going to scream and I just wanted to hide away in a corner. I love decorating my Christmas tree. However, I do not like redecorating it. Everyday. It is a complete disaster right now thanks to one little 3 year old rugrat. While I was in my room doing homework on the computer, he decided to pull the garland off. This caused all of the lights to tighten up around the truck, all while gathering ornaments causing the branches to be pulled in with the lights. The tree was also leaning like the tower of Pisa. This is not the first, second or even third time that I have asked him to leave the tree alone. I swear he is worse than a kitten!
It may seem like I complain a lot on here but that is because I can't complain to my son that he is making me crazy, so instead I have to vent to the world in a blog. I love my son more than anything in the universe, but sometimes I just need to put myself in timeout.
Besides, I have my own sanity to worry about. This morning I thought that I was going to scream and I just wanted to hide away in a corner. I love decorating my Christmas tree. However, I do not like redecorating it. Everyday. It is a complete disaster right now thanks to one little 3 year old rugrat. While I was in my room doing homework on the computer, he decided to pull the garland off. This caused all of the lights to tighten up around the truck, all while gathering ornaments causing the branches to be pulled in with the lights. The tree was also leaning like the tower of Pisa. This is not the first, second or even third time that I have asked him to leave the tree alone. I swear he is worse than a kitten!
It may seem like I complain a lot on here but that is because I can't complain to my son that he is making me crazy, so instead I have to vent to the world in a blog. I love my son more than anything in the universe, but sometimes I just need to put myself in timeout.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
This woman has lost her damn mind
Either my neighbor that lives above me is talking to herself or she has one of those blue tooth phone thingys hidden under her afro. I am going to assume that she has gone mental and is talking to herself. That way I can stay guarded and have weapons prepared in case she tries to attack me. For the past 3 days she has been talking/yelling to herself. I try to listen to what she is saying but due to her thick french accent I cannot understand much of what she says. Yesterday I was able to understand "homena" and end of the world" She also said my name and my sons name. Freaky.
Today when I got home from dropping my son off at school I noticed her in the front yard. Our apartment complex has a large lawn in the middle of the units and in the center of the lawn there is a cement area that surrounds a tree stump. At 9 am this morning it was only 35 degrees outside. This woman is walking around and around on the edge of the cement circle, barefoot. Now, I know this lady does not like to be cold. She is from Tahiti and keeps her apartment hot and humid. Because she has been acting strange and talking to herself for a few days I take a second to ask if she is okay. She tells me that she is great and that her son is coming home. So I think, OK, maybe she just ran down real quick to meet him and that's why she is circling the cement with no shoes on when it is FREEZING outside. I get inside and lock my door, then I hide behind my Christmas tree to try and see what she is doing. For about another 10 minutes she just circles and yells. Then I put my ear to the door and try to hear what she is yelling about. It doesn't sound like she is on the phone because she is not pausing to allow anyone else time to talk. She just goes on and on and on. I still couldn't understand anything but then I heard her walking back toward the apartment. She went upstairs and continued to yell. Her son never showed up. I have decided to keep my distance from her instead of letting my curiosity get the best of me. I just really wish I knew what she was talking about all day.
I do feel bad for her. When her husband and kids lived upstairs too I thought she was a great lady. Then I kept hearing her husband beat on her. I called the cops on two different occasions. The husband was arrested and she said she was going to get a restraining order but then he came back to live upstairs again a couple weeks later. Then one day she told me that she kicked him out. He went to stay at his parents house and she stayed at the apartment. The couple has a 1 year old and a 5 year old. The 5 year old went with the dad and the 1 year old stayed with the mom. I was furious when I heard that the dad had the 5 year old staying with him because I thought he was the more unstable one. The a few days ago my neighbor lady comes home from the bar looking like she is on some drugs, eyes as big as the moon. She told me that the husband and the grandparents had all been arrested for abuse and that the children were in the hospital under care of the state until Monday. I thought that was so strange that the state would get the kids instead of the mother. Plus I thought it was strange that the grandparents, who area really sweet old people would be arrested for abuse. So I checked the jail website to see if they were in custody and there was no record of them being arrested. Her story just doesn't make sense to me.
So when Monday came around I asked her if she was picking up her kids. She said she hoped so but I still haven't seen them around. I think all of this mess with her abusive husband and loss of the kids is making her go crazy. Just a couple minutes ago my neighbor on the side of me called and asked what just happened. I didn't know anything new was going on so I asked what she meant. She said a lady just came and delivered court papers upstairs. My side neighbor saw my crazy upstairs neighbor yelling at the woman and shaking her finger in her face. Oh and now I her her yelling and cussing up in her bedroom. Hopefully this wont go on too much longer. They were served a 30 day eviction notice 3 weeks ago.
Today when I got home from dropping my son off at school I noticed her in the front yard. Our apartment complex has a large lawn in the middle of the units and in the center of the lawn there is a cement area that surrounds a tree stump. At 9 am this morning it was only 35 degrees outside. This woman is walking around and around on the edge of the cement circle, barefoot. Now, I know this lady does not like to be cold. She is from Tahiti and keeps her apartment hot and humid. Because she has been acting strange and talking to herself for a few days I take a second to ask if she is okay. She tells me that she is great and that her son is coming home. So I think, OK, maybe she just ran down real quick to meet him and that's why she is circling the cement with no shoes on when it is FREEZING outside. I get inside and lock my door, then I hide behind my Christmas tree to try and see what she is doing. For about another 10 minutes she just circles and yells. Then I put my ear to the door and try to hear what she is yelling about. It doesn't sound like she is on the phone because she is not pausing to allow anyone else time to talk. She just goes on and on and on. I still couldn't understand anything but then I heard her walking back toward the apartment. She went upstairs and continued to yell. Her son never showed up. I have decided to keep my distance from her instead of letting my curiosity get the best of me. I just really wish I knew what she was talking about all day.
I do feel bad for her. When her husband and kids lived upstairs too I thought she was a great lady. Then I kept hearing her husband beat on her. I called the cops on two different occasions. The husband was arrested and she said she was going to get a restraining order but then he came back to live upstairs again a couple weeks later. Then one day she told me that she kicked him out. He went to stay at his parents house and she stayed at the apartment. The couple has a 1 year old and a 5 year old. The 5 year old went with the dad and the 1 year old stayed with the mom. I was furious when I heard that the dad had the 5 year old staying with him because I thought he was the more unstable one. The a few days ago my neighbor lady comes home from the bar looking like she is on some drugs, eyes as big as the moon. She told me that the husband and the grandparents had all been arrested for abuse and that the children were in the hospital under care of the state until Monday. I thought that was so strange that the state would get the kids instead of the mother. Plus I thought it was strange that the grandparents, who area really sweet old people would be arrested for abuse. So I checked the jail website to see if they were in custody and there was no record of them being arrested. Her story just doesn't make sense to me.
So when Monday came around I asked her if she was picking up her kids. She said she hoped so but I still haven't seen them around. I think all of this mess with her abusive husband and loss of the kids is making her go crazy. Just a couple minutes ago my neighbor on the side of me called and asked what just happened. I didn't know anything new was going on so I asked what she meant. She said a lady just came and delivered court papers upstairs. My side neighbor saw my crazy upstairs neighbor yelling at the woman and shaking her finger in her face. Oh and now I her her yelling and cussing up in her bedroom. Hopefully this wont go on too much longer. They were served a 30 day eviction notice 3 weeks ago.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Why?
So much to say, and so little time.
Let me start by saying that this blog includes everything from my daily struggles as being a single mom to a 3 year old boy to my struggle of finding a boy (man) to date/settle down with and my struggle of living in an apartment below crazy people.
I am now 30. My younger sister is married and has a 1 year old daughter. I feel like I am kinda slackin in the find a man department. Half of me wants to be in a relationship and the other half of me is okay with the way things are. I do feel bad for my son that he doesn't have a full time dad in his life, heck, he doesn't even have a half time dad. So, I end up playing the role of mommy and daddy. It is a LOT of work, let me tell ya. I am not an athletic girl and yet lately I have been asked to play football, basketball, soccer, baseball, etc.
I finally just got my 3 year old boy to sleep an hour ago and had a wee bit of me time. It got me thinking that I need some sort of way to vent my frustrations. I love my son,. I do, but tonight I was ready to sell him to the circus. I swear to the big G that if he asks "why?" one more time I might scream. I don't mind answering questions like "why are the leaves falling off the tree", but when I constantly hear "why?" after I ask him to do something like eat his dinner I feel like I might just explode through the roof. I have always said that I want my son to feel open to coming to me with any questions, but when those questions become repetitive within 5 minutes it kinda drives me nuts. For instance, today I found a cute shelf for his bedroom on craigslist so I told him we were going to Anderson to pick it up. As soon as we get in the car he says "let's take the country road" I tell him that we can't take the country road because it doesn't go to Anderson. His response "NOOOO!" Seriously a shrieking scream at me. I calmly reply that we have to take the freeway because that is the road that goes to Anderson. When we get to the stop light to turn to the freeway he asks me if we are going to turn right. I tell him no. He screams "YEEEEESSSSS!" I had been listening to this yelling all day so I decided to just be silent and see if he would do the same. Nope. As soon as I get on the freeway he starts in with a hundred questions. "Where are we going?" "You see that truck?" "Are we in Anderson yet?" "Is that grandmas exit?" "Where are we?" "Why don't you go on that road?" "Can we get french fries?" "Is this Anderson?" "What's that over there?" "Do you know where my Day of the Diesels movie is?" "Where are we going?" "Are we in Anderson now?"
I thought that it was just a curious 3 year old wanting to know more about the world, but last week a friends 13 year old daughter was over and started asking me a hundred questions. I have a feeling that this questions and answer thing will be going on for a LOOOOOONG time.
When we got home from Anderson my son kept asking me if we could make Christmas cookies so that he could use the cookie cutters his grandma gave him. I was trying to finish a project for one of my college classes so I told him that we could when I was done. I finally had time to start making cookies around 7pm. I had never made sugar cookies before but I am always willing to try new recipes. So he and I start prepping the ingredients. As we are getting the goods out he keeps asking if he can have a cookie yet. I tell him that we have to cook that first so it will take awhile. He is very disappointed. So we start mixing the flour and the salt and the baking powder. While he is stirring these things he asks me if he can eat the cookies now. I let him know that they still need to bake after we get everything mixed. He gets bored with the preparation so I continue stirring and mixing. Then I read in the cookbook that we have to let this dough cool for at least an hour in the fridge before we can roll it out to use the cookies cutters. This is not okay with him. He wants cookies NOW. I finish mixing the sugar cookie dough and I let him now that it has to go in the fridge until tomorrow (because it is already 8 pm so there wont be time to do all the fun stuff). He is so upset because he thought that he was going to be able to have a cookie tonight. Maybe I shouldn't give in so easy, but I tell him that we will make a different kind that will be ready faster. That answer satisfies him so I get to work preparing dough for Ginger Snaps. A half hour later the boy is finally satisfied.
Deep Breath.
Let me start by saying that this blog includes everything from my daily struggles as being a single mom to a 3 year old boy to my struggle of finding a boy (man) to date/settle down with and my struggle of living in an apartment below crazy people.
I am now 30. My younger sister is married and has a 1 year old daughter. I feel like I am kinda slackin in the find a man department. Half of me wants to be in a relationship and the other half of me is okay with the way things are. I do feel bad for my son that he doesn't have a full time dad in his life, heck, he doesn't even have a half time dad. So, I end up playing the role of mommy and daddy. It is a LOT of work, let me tell ya. I am not an athletic girl and yet lately I have been asked to play football, basketball, soccer, baseball, etc.
I finally just got my 3 year old boy to sleep an hour ago and had a wee bit of me time. It got me thinking that I need some sort of way to vent my frustrations. I love my son,. I do, but tonight I was ready to sell him to the circus. I swear to the big G that if he asks "why?" one more time I might scream. I don't mind answering questions like "why are the leaves falling off the tree", but when I constantly hear "why?" after I ask him to do something like eat his dinner I feel like I might just explode through the roof. I have always said that I want my son to feel open to coming to me with any questions, but when those questions become repetitive within 5 minutes it kinda drives me nuts. For instance, today I found a cute shelf for his bedroom on craigslist so I told him we were going to Anderson to pick it up. As soon as we get in the car he says "let's take the country road" I tell him that we can't take the country road because it doesn't go to Anderson. His response "NOOOO!" Seriously a shrieking scream at me. I calmly reply that we have to take the freeway because that is the road that goes to Anderson. When we get to the stop light to turn to the freeway he asks me if we are going to turn right. I tell him no. He screams "YEEEEESSSSS!" I had been listening to this yelling all day so I decided to just be silent and see if he would do the same. Nope. As soon as I get on the freeway he starts in with a hundred questions. "Where are we going?" "You see that truck?" "Are we in Anderson yet?" "Is that grandmas exit?" "Where are we?" "Why don't you go on that road?" "Can we get french fries?" "Is this Anderson?" "What's that over there?" "Do you know where my Day of the Diesels movie is?" "Where are we going?" "Are we in Anderson now?"
I thought that it was just a curious 3 year old wanting to know more about the world, but last week a friends 13 year old daughter was over and started asking me a hundred questions. I have a feeling that this questions and answer thing will be going on for a LOOOOOONG time.
When we got home from Anderson my son kept asking me if we could make Christmas cookies so that he could use the cookie cutters his grandma gave him. I was trying to finish a project for one of my college classes so I told him that we could when I was done. I finally had time to start making cookies around 7pm. I had never made sugar cookies before but I am always willing to try new recipes. So he and I start prepping the ingredients. As we are getting the goods out he keeps asking if he can have a cookie yet. I tell him that we have to cook that first so it will take awhile. He is very disappointed. So we start mixing the flour and the salt and the baking powder. While he is stirring these things he asks me if he can eat the cookies now. I let him know that they still need to bake after we get everything mixed. He gets bored with the preparation so I continue stirring and mixing. Then I read in the cookbook that we have to let this dough cool for at least an hour in the fridge before we can roll it out to use the cookies cutters. This is not okay with him. He wants cookies NOW. I finish mixing the sugar cookie dough and I let him now that it has to go in the fridge until tomorrow (because it is already 8 pm so there wont be time to do all the fun stuff). He is so upset because he thought that he was going to be able to have a cookie tonight. Maybe I shouldn't give in so easy, but I tell him that we will make a different kind that will be ready faster. That answer satisfies him so I get to work preparing dough for Ginger Snaps. A half hour later the boy is finally satisfied.
Deep Breath.
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